The Veil

the sabers are awake..a deep gleam of light gushes in thru the grey abandonmentsighted in the panorama.. is a veilthe shadows are clear…the form isn’tthe glint is visible…the color isn’tthe walk to it isn’t distantthe search for it isn’t unending..then why the conspiracy of the feathered and the fawnto not hoot even at the onset of dawnis it the sabers…or just the wilderness..or just the crossroads of ambiguity…never to decide what lies ahead,and never to guide to what’s truehope is not forsaken, cuz,trickling down and seeing thru the veil,is a handful of sparkle..